Wealth

I've been thinking a lot about wealth these days. Not because I'm particularly wealthy (although when you think of wealth as something other than monetary abundance, than I know myself to be extremely wealthy), but because I live in a place surrounded by it. Wealth can be a blessing, but it seems to be more a burden than anything else.

After spending a weekend watching the kids of some obscenely wealthy people, I decided I would never in a million years want anything close to what they have. It seems too much work, and way too hard to keep your kids grounded. "No honey. We can't take daddy's jet tonight to see High School Musical Live in London. You have tennis lessons." I think being a parent will be hard enough without the difficulty trying to teach your kids that they aren't better than little Suzy down the road just because she doesn't wear True Religion jeans (although it doesn't seem likely that that would be a problem in these neighborhoods; Phil Mickelson the golfer lives on the street). I just don't want that, and most likely won't have to worry about that, but still. Being in their beautiful home only made me want to hurry home to my tiny casita, although Josh was pretty smitten with their virtual reality golf. It is pretty amazing. I think he golfed all 18 holes.